I Can See Your Combat Power

Indeed, the Spring Fragrance Pavilion was worthy of its reputation as the most renowned brothel in the southern city of Kunwu. The grand hall alone was spectacularly adorned with multicolored glazed bowls, exuding unmatched opulence.

Innumerable enchanting female figures, perfumed and beautiful, either snuggled into the arms of their male patrons or daringly straddled their laps, showcasing their seductive prowess.

A multitude of slightly tipsy visitors were invited to the dance floor. The merest touch of sensual caress, in rhythm with the music, was enough to coax lascivious expressions from the patrons.

Although Tang Luo’s party were all new faces, their conspicuously elegant attire and remarkable poise made it clear they were men of considerable wealth and nobility.

Moreover, the thick stack of notes, each bearing the Beast Taming Sect’s emblem, couldn’t be counterfeited. When Cui Haoran waved those bills with aplomb, the onlookers couldn’t help but notice each bill bore the whopping face value of ten thousand gold pieces.

It should be noted that, despite being the best brothel in the region, an overnight stay with the top courtesan at the Spring Fragrance Pavilion cost no more than five thousand gold. The fat stack of bills in their hands should amass to well over a million gold. Yet the men were treating the bills with as much regard as one might give to worthless paper.

This was a party of truly extravagant guests (or, better said, fat sheep)!

The lavish private room on the second floor, directly opposite the stage, was opened. Decades-old wines were uncorked and numerous delicacies were laid before them. The manager had ensured that all the most expensive treats available were reserved for this private room.

Then came the real highlight of the night—the young men’s true purpose for their visit.

In a top-notch establishment like the Spring Fragrance Pavilion, there were usually several madams, each managing her own set of courtesans and geisha. A brothel’s size could largely be determined by the number of its madams.

When the news of affluent guests securing the Pavilion’s most luxurious private room spread, all the madams were excited, rushing to bring up their top-earning girls.

But before the smiling madams could introduce these girls to the young masters, they heard one of them call out, “Bring in your best geishas, and keep those cheap seductresses from tainting my gaze!”

“You gentlemen are clearly not regulars in this world of indulgence,” the manager said, a forced smile on his face. “Although the geishas have a great reputation, they sell their arts, not their bodies. They tend to be pretentious killjoys. You came here to have fun. If your mood were to be ruined, I’d be the one to blame.”

“Enough of your prattle. Selling arts and not bodies, isn’t that just a matter of price?” Cui Haoran retorted impatiently, slapping the manager’s face with a gold note. “Today, we intend to indulge ourselves with a few geishas. Just name the price!”

Upon hearing this, the manager knew he had encountered seasoned patrons. In truth, geishas were nothing more than a gimmick of brothels. Aside from playing instruments and singing, they had little income. Eventually, they had to sell their bodies to earn for the establishment.

The so-called geishas were merely terms invented by brothels to extract higher prices. Anyone would make the sale if the price was right.

Seeing the thick stack of bills in Cui Haoran’s hands and sensing his domineering attitude, the manager was overwhelmed by sorrow and began to cry.

“Dear young masters, it’s truly not because I refuse to bring them,” he sobbed. “All our geishas are…are…gone! Waa! Gone!!!”

This dramatic sobbing startled Cui Haoran, who couldn’t understand why a brothel manager would be so upset. But a seasoned patron had his own ways of handling such situations.

Another gold note was slapped onto the manager’s face, halting his crying. Frowning, Cui Haoran asked, “In such a grand establishment as the Spring Fragrance Pavilion, there isn’t a single geisha left? You aren’t trying to deceive us, are you?”

The manager lamented further at these words, collapsing helplessly to the floor. “I would never dare to deceive the young masters,” he cried. “Unbeknownst to you, all our geishas’ purity has been claimed these past few days. There truly isn’t a single geisha left in our pavilion now. If I am telling even a half lie, may sores appear all over my head, and pus ooze out from my feet. May my son be born without an anus, and may I not die peacefully!”

“That’s enough!” startled by the manager’s increasingly nauseating promises, Cui Haoran swiftly interrupted him. “Alright, since there are no geishas, bring in the courtesans. I’ve heard you have some special ones. Bring them over for us to take a look!”

“Yes, master!” The manager who had been bawling just moments ago suddenly stood up, his face full of smiles, showing no sign of his previous distress. “Everything is ready for you, gentlemen. Girls, come on in!”

The door to the suite opened to reveal a wave of immaculate white, dazzling the young men.

The Spring Fragrance Pavilion truly lived up to its name. With just one appearance, the men were overwhelmed with a sense of spring in full bloom. Tang Luo could even smell the scent of masculine hormones from his companions.

As the girls entered the room, the once empty suite was filled with the aura of spring. Even a veteran patron like Cui Haoran was dazed by the sight, let alone the others.

The boy experiencing his first visit to a brothel flushed deeply, lowering his head and occasionally sneaking a glance before bashfully looking away again.

The poised demeanor he had exhibited just moments before was nowhere to be seen. At the end of the day, he was no different from the other boys. On the other hand, the silent Xiao Ziyu and the straightforward Li Xuanba were already in the process of choosing their companions.

“That busty girl in the yellow dress, and the big-eyed one in the purple dress, come over here!” Li Xuanba, in his direct manner, was the first to make his choice. The two chosen courtesans wafted over to him, their fragrances drifting in the air.

Not to be left behind, Xiao Ziyu picked a slender girl in a red dress.

Cui Haoran, finally brought back to reality by the sight, hurriedly picked two girls in order to catch up. Once it was the young boy’s turn, he hesitated a long time before selecting a voluptuous woman in her late twenties. This choice stirred the room and even earned an ill-timed compliment from the manager, “Young master has great taste. Madam Feng used to be the pillar courtesan of Spring Fragrance Pavilion. With just one night, young master will never forget the experience!”

Met with silence, the manager could only laugh awkwardly and turned his gaze to the last man.

“Since we have finished choosing, please leave us,” Tang Luo waved the brothel manager and the madam away.

It wasn’t that he was arrogant; he simply had to be cautious. His powerful body could inadvertently harm any woman beneath him.

Who could have imagined a joke he had made back in Xiling would come true. It was as if he’d seen a ghost.

He circulated a secret technique known as Embracing the Pure Light to dissipate his growing desire, lifted his wine cup, and walked straight to the window, ignoring his comrades.

Listening to some music and watching the dance would be more suiting for him. He took a sip of his wine, and thought sarcastically to himself.

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